I had a terrible headache, and I couldn’t sleep. My husband worked as an ambulance driver, so he was on duty. But then he came home and brought the child. I thought I was hallucinating because he’s at work, and I have a terrible headache.
But no, it was all real. We had a newborn at home. Oh, I completely forgot to tell you why I had a headache. I was in my ninth month of pregnancy, and my contractions had reached a critical point, but the baby still didn’t want to be born.
That’s why I was worried; I was both scared and in pain. My husband said that this child was lying at the entrance of our building. He didn’t even have time to leave the house, and here was such a discovery. I felt a lot of compassion for the child; I looked at her little face, and I was like in a trance. My husband just brought the baby home so she wouldn’t freeze until the ambulance and police arrived.
And I firmly decided that I wanted to keep this little girl with us. And that’s when my water broke. My husband examined me and said that we wouldn’t have time to go to the hospital because I was in labor at that moment, and I had only a few minutes left. And it happened: in a dozen minutes, I gave birth to a boy. The ambulance drove us for more than an hour, and we made a fateful decision. We deceived everyone and said that I had given birth to twins, but no one started checking because my husband works as a doctor.
So, in an instant, we became parents to two children—our own son and a found girl. The girl was never searched for. And we loved her as our own. There hasn’t been a single moment in our lives when we regretted what we did. After all, the child got a happy family, but she could have lived her whole life in an orphanage without knowing parental warmth. Our children are now seven years old. They are second-grade students. We named them both Sasha. The son is Alexander, and the daughter is Alexandra.
And you know, sometimes it seems to me that she looks like my husband—the same blonde with blue eyes, and my son looks like me—dark eyes and brown hair. I often think about the fate that would have befallen our Sasha.
If my husband hadn’t gone to work that day, she could have simply frozen and died. Just thinking about that turn of events brings tears to my eyes.
